A/N: Well, XbehindtheseaX wanted this, so who was I to say no?
I'm sorry that it took so long, but school is a bitch. I stayed up really late writing this and now I have to get up in five hours. T.T Still, I think it was totally worth it. This is my second lemon, and it's got a twist - Iggy tops! -le gasp!-
Anyway, this is your Christmas present (or your present for whatever you do celebrate, in the event that you don't celebrate Christmas). Over break I'll also try to do those Germancest lemons I've been putting off, and that Itacest lemon that won't stop bugging me.
So, here's your lemony goodness (I hope to God I did well...)! The "slashy yummy lemony lemons" you wanted! Happy Holidays~!!
And thanks to acxmusic, XbehindtheseaX, ShatteredRose92, LithiumKiss, and sadeofraine for your reviews/favs/whatever (and I'm sorry if I forgot anyone, but my Yahoo! inbox is... blarg)! I love you all!
Same warnings/disclaimers, but now it's got sex. XD
Anyway, HAPPY FLIPPIN' HOLIDAYS! NOW READ MY FAIL-LIKE LEMON!
It was an hour later, and the two had made it safely to England's house. As soon as they got in the bedroom door, England attacked America's lips hungrily with his own. America immediately kissed back, licking England's lips slowly, requesting entrance. Arthur smiled slightly and opened his mouth. Their tongues clashed, exploring each other's mouths until Arthur pulled away, trailing kisses and nips along his counterpart's jaw and throat, making Alfred moan slightly.
They fell to the bed, limbs entwined, lips meeting once more in a fevered embrace.
England took off America's bomber jacket and uniform top slowly as America did the same with England's top. They removed each other's undershirts slowly, memorizing the contours of the other's chest with their eyes and hands. England sucked the younger man's neck and gave an experimental jerk of his hips, making America gasp.
"Unh… A-Arthur," he moaned. "P- Please…"
"Please what?" he panted, enjoying having America like this.
America's flush deepened. "Please… I want you to…" He bit his lip and looked into England's eyes.
It was such an adorable sight, England couldn't resist.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "It'll hurt…"
"Don't care!" Alfred said childishly. England chuckled. "What?" America demanded.
"You're just so adorable…" Arthur said fondly, making Alfred blush.
"Just… come on!" Alfred whined. England nodded and took off America's glasses, putting them on the bedside table.
Once he looked at Alfred, lying on the bed panting and flushing, without his glasses, something stirred within him. He liked this side of Alfred – it was almost as if he had the old Alfred back, only this one was better… And he could, y'know, have sex with this one.
Arthur ran his hands along Alfred's sides, nails scraping his skin lightly. Slowly, he undid Alfred's belt and pulled down his pants. The American Flag print boxers didn't even throw him off, because it was to be expected of Alfred. Instead he yanked them off and threw them on the floor, along with the rest of their clothing. He looked America up and down, marveling in the beauty of the man lying underneath him.
Alfred squirmed slightly at the close attention he was getting from England. Not that he didn't want it, mind you. Because, God, he'd wanted this for so long…
"Arthur…" he moaned, and the sound seemed to go straight to England's groin. Alfred looked pointedly at Arthur's own clothed (and painfully hard) organ, and Arthur got the hint. He smirked at the Nation underneath him.
"What's wrong?" he asked, slightly mocking the younger Nation.
Alfred growled from underneath Arthur, latching his lips to the elder's and working him out of his pants.
"Someone's a bit eager, hm?" England teased, pulling away from America's lips slightly to do so. Still, he couldn't protest to the ministrations of the other. Especially not when his former guardian's hand trailed down and gripped the base of his cock.
"Ngh," Alfred gasped, moaning pleasantly as the other Nation dragged his fingers along the shaft. "A-Arthur… Ah…" He just wanted England to get on with it already. He wanted it, wanted it so bad it hurt. So bad it sent shivers up his spine and tingles through his body and the heat oh god the heat, it made him feel like he was going to explode from the sheer ecstasy…
England put three fingers at America's lips and said, "Suck." Who was he to deny the lust-crazed empire? He knew what was about to happen, and he knew how badly it would hurt, but how could he care with that look in England's eyes? How could he even try to care with the way he felt, with how long he had waited…
America ran his tongue along England's long fingers, licking and sucking and coating them thoroughly in saliva before England pulled them out with a pop and positioned them at America's entrance.
"Are you ready?" he asked, not even trying to keep the want and need out of his voice. America nodded once and clenched his eyes shut at the unfamiliar sensation as England inserted a finger into his ass. Arthur added another finger, making him wince and tears form at his eyes. It was an unpleasant feeling, Arthur scissoring him, but he knew that it would get better.
And he was right. When Arthur added the third finger, he felt a horrible tearing, making him cry out in agony. Arthur kissed him apologetically, still moving his fingers, and Alfred's cries turned to those of ecstacy when England brushed a certain spot inside him that made him see white.
"Arthur! Oh, God!" he screamed. England brushed the spot a few more times and made a mental note of where it was. He would need that knowledge later on. After a few more strokes, England deemed America properly prepped. A little impatiently, he spread the younger man's legs and positioned himself at the entrance.
"Are you ready?" he asked one more time. "If I move just a little bit, we can never go back. I hope you know that."
Alfred leaned up and kissed him on the lips, pouring all his passion and love in. When he pulled away, leaving England slightly disoriented (how the bloody hell did he get so good at that?) he said, "I know. I've known for a long time. I want this Arthur. If you do too, then please, fuck me now!"
How could England deny this request? So slowly, softly, he pushed himself into the younger man, making him yell out in agony. England gave him a bit to adjust, until he heard a shaky, "Go," from America.
He shoved into America slowly at first, trying to let him get used to the feeling, holding back even though he just wanted to ram into him and feel the glorious friction. However, America murmured a quiet plea, "F-faster…" and England simply couldn't deny this request.
England started pounding harder until he found Alfred's prostate once again. Then he pulled all the way out and rammed back in as hard as he could, angling toward that pleasurable bundle of nerves inside his beloved America. He repeated this action a few times until he descended into a pleasurable rhythym, pounding into Alfred quickly and with as much force as he could possibly muster.
The friction, the heat, oh God… It was as if this place was made for him, this wonderful part of Alfred that was now all his.
They were screaming, moaning, panting, gasping, crying each other's names and wishing that this could last forever, yet wanting it to end, oh please God, I can't take much more, ah, I want this to stretch on forever, God, I'm gonna –
England had started to pump America as he was pounding into the other, reaching his prostate perfectly with each powerful thrust, and it was too much, simply too much for the younger man to bear…
"Arthur, I'm gonna… I can't… Ah!"
"Oh, Alfred, I… Ungh…"
Alfred came all over their stomachs as Arthur exploded his seed into the younger man. Each came crying the other's name.
England pulled out tiredly and draped a sheet over them both. They lay in each other's arms, calming their rapid hearts and accelerated breathing, until Alfred spoke.
"I love you, Arthur. Being without you… it's always hurt me. And when I found out about the opium I was so afraid, I thought I could lose you. And then I found out it was my fault…"
England silenced him with his lips. "Bloody git… I've loved you for so long… and I feel exactly the same. I need you by my side, and I want you to be safe and happy. And I don't want you ever thinking that me doing a stupid thing was your fault. Understand?"
Alfred nodded, kissing Arthur softly, lovingly, passionately. They stayed in each other's embrace all through the night, past the early morning, and well into the afternoon.
And as far as either cared, they were never letting go.